By: Enkh-Amar Tovuuch

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9 Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The Lord, the Lord, is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation. With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation. Isaiah 12:2

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7

Minii Mongol

Minii tursen nutag Khunnu, Sunnu, Huh MongolMohohsui zurhiig omogshuulah nuudelch omgiin shagai. Minii baharhal Modun Sain, Chingis Khan, ZanabazarMunh huh tengeriig ezegnen tursen zolboot ersiin duuli. Minii shuteen Huh tenger, Eh nutag, eej aavMagnain toosiig urgeesen amin goliin holboo. Minii omog Morin huur, urtiin duu, Mongol NaadamMorin del deer munhereh nuudelch udmiin zolboo. Minii oyun Mongol bichig, gaanjuur daanjuur, Nuuts tovchooMelmiig neen amirlah zuudnees sereesen javhlan Minii baysal Mongol mori, Mongol ger, Mongol uhaanMohoshgui gun uhaanaar myanganiig urtuulsen tuuh. Minii hundlel Natsagdorj, Rinchen, DamdinsurenMyangand muree uldeesen uhaant deedsiin ur sad. Minii temtsel Dayan Khan, Tsogt taij, SuhbaatarMuree gargan uldeesen uhaant deedsiin zahias. Minii ulgii Mongol tuuh, Mongol nutag, Mongol tsusMunhed honogshin uldeh Mongol gun har uhaan. Sudsaar minii Mongol tsus urssanTarhiar mini Mongol uhaan guisenNuudelch omgiin shagai biNasan biye duustal tanii tulee zutgeye.Bi Mongol hun.

The City By the Sea By George Sterling

At the end of our streets is sunrise;At the end of our streets are spars;At the end of our streets is sunset;At the end of our streets the stars.

Ever the winds of morningAre cool from the flashing sea--

Flowing swift from our ocean,Till the fog-dunes crumble and flee.

Slender spars in the offing,Mast and yard in the slips--How they tell on the azure

Of the sea-contending ships!Homeward into the sunset

Sill unwearied we go, Till the northern hills are misty

With the amber of afterglow.Stars that sink to our ocean,Winds that visit our strand,

The heavens are your pathway,

Where is a gladder land!At the end of our streets is sunrise;At the end of our streets are spars;At the end of our streets is sunset;At the end of our streets the stars.